My brows drew together. “You have a house?”
“No, we have a house,” he corrected. “But you’re gonna be the one who turns it into a home. I’ve let the place sit empty while I’ve fixed it up because shopping for furniture and shit is the last thing I want to do.”
“I love shopping,” I breathed, thinking about how much fun I’d have decorating a home for us.
“More proof that you’re fucking perfect for me, sweet baby.”
Epilogue
Doc
“Oakley Lawson,” I growled. “Get your ass over here.”
My wife froze mid-tiptoe into the clubhouse kitchen. She looked uncertain and glanced at the door, clearly trying to decide whether to make a run for it.
“Don’t even think about it, or your ass will be smarting every time you sit tomorrow.”
I nearly rolled my eyes when she continued to contemplate. My girl had a naughty side that I adored. Although, it made it difficult to dole out spankings as a punishment when it made her wet.
Fuck. This train of thought was just turning me on. “You know I’ll come up with a way for you to regret it.”
Finally, she sighed and straightened, turning to face me. “Cat made cookies. I could smell them all the way up in our room.” She rubbed her protruding belly and sniffed again before licking her lips.
I had one fucking rule for coming to the clubhouse with me. “What’s the rule, baby?”
Her expression turned sheepish, and her cheeks heated. “None of the ‘approved’ escorts were available.” She wrinkled her nose in irritation, and I bit back a smile. She was adorable when she was annoyed. When she was pissed, though, she was a hot fucking goddess.
“The rule, Oakley.”
She sighed. “No wandering anywhere alone.”
Since she’d gotten too big to wear her property vest, I’d forbade her from being at the clubhouse unless I was by her side the entire time. But she was a few days past her due date and more emotional than usual, plus I didn’t want to be away from her in case she went into labor. So I’d agreed to bring her with me when I went to meet with my officers to discuss another problem that needed my attention.
“I wasn’t really alone, though…” She trailed off as she looked around the floor and frowned. When her eyes came back to me, she finally noticed that Snowball was in my arms. She gasped dramatically and hissed, “Traitor.”
I tried not to laugh at her indignant expression, but it was cute as hell. Shaking my head, I walked toward her and transferred Snowball to her so I could put my arm around her shoulders. “You’ll be grumpy as fuck if I don’t let you have some cookies, but then you’re gonna lie down and rest.”
“But-–”
“No buts, baby.”
Oakley yawned, and I smirked. “Don’t be so smug,” she muttered.
“If you aren’t tired enough to nap, there are ways I can help you with that,” I teased with a wicked grin.
Oakley’s cheeks turned pink, and she squeezed her legs together. “Um, I don’t think I’m hungry for cookies anymore…”
“I changed my mind. I want cookies. Can we go home and get some?” Oakley panted after a small contraction.
I rolled my eyes and leaned over the hospital bed to give my woman a hard kiss. “You’re about to have our son, babe, and you’re thinking about cookies?”
She frowned and huffed. “They said it would be a few hours.”
I’d taken Oakley’s mind off the cookies when I ate her for a snack earlier. Apparently, what they said about sex making you go into labor wasn’t just an old wives’ tale. Not long after she climaxed, her water broke, and we headed to the hospital. When the doctor told her she wasn’t ready to deliver right then, she’d started coming up with reasons to leave and return later.
I would have thought cookies were her latest excuse, except she was licking her lips and staring dreamily off into space. Another contraction hit, and she breathed through it, then munched on an ice chip and stared at me stubbornly. “Do you love me or not?”
My brow rose. “More than anything. But if you expect me to prove it by breaking you outta here, you can forget it, baby.”
“I neeeeeed cookies, Kendrick!”
Pulling out my cell, I shot off a quick text. “Okay, baby. Relax. I’ll get you some cookies.”
“That last time you gave me anything, I ended up in the hospital about to push a watermelon through a hole the size of a grapefruit!” She grabbed her stomach and groaned as another contraction hit. “We are never having sex again.”
I snorted at her ridiculous statement. My wife loved my cock, and we both knew she couldn’t go very long without it. Not that I was any less addicted to her pussy.
Oakley glared at me, and I put a straight face on. “Whatever you want, baby.”